The Charm Of Fishing Is

The Robe Of Flesh Wears Thin, And With The Years God Shines Through All Things.

You Think That A Wall As Solid As The Earth Separates Civilization From Barbarism. I Tell You The Division Is A Thread, A Sheet Of Glass. A Touch Here, A Push There, And You Bring Back The Reign Of Saturn.

Without Humility There Can Be No Humanity.

[w]ithout Humour You Cannot Run A Sweetie-shop, Let Alone A Nation.

"what Would You Call The Highest Happiness, Lewie?" He Asked. "the Sense Of Competence," Was The Answer, Given Without Hesitation.